I had some dreams ... they were klowns in my koffee.

(With apologies to Carly Simon)

This is my journey through job transition from a toxic environment to a better life. Join me for a few thoughts and a few laughs along the way.
What are "klowns in my koffee"? They are the factors large and small that make you less than you are. A "klown" can be a grossly incompetent boss,
a short-sighted policy or a moronic coworker. They won't kill you, at least not immediately, but they abrade the soul
as you scrape past them to get through the day. Sometimes it's best to dump them out of the cup.


Day 206 - Talking to Myself

Daily Kup (What I Do With All This Quiet)
I am enjoying the peace and quiet as all the people and their fledgling colds have toddled off to bed. Mr. T wonders how I can stand all the silence. I talk to myself, for one thing. I was telling myself just the other day that I should stop that. That provoked a healthy debate where I won and I lost.

Maybe I should go to a coffee shop or something once in a while.

Today, I actually stopped painting and went to a hair salon. It was a nice break and I've always treated it as one of only a couple of activities that I do where I don't multitask. With my head gooped up and a stack of magazines, I sit in the seat nearest the window. They come by to refresh my cup of herbal tea while I read and chat with an array of folks with foils poking out of their heads at odd angles. Today, there was a change. The gowns and pinwheel-like foils were there but women sat at the table fiddling with their notebooks or typing frantically with their thumbs on their phone's tiny keyboards. Part of me thought, "Why don't you people just give it a rest for a while?" Unfortunately, another part thought, "Wow! I didn't know they had free wi-fi here."

Never Gets Old
I was reviewing my You Tube favorites and came across the first video that I saved to a playlist didn't involve golf balls in a blender or a squirrel on water skis. This was way back in the "before time long, long ago" and might have been the first time I had heard the term 'viral video.'

Weird, but it kind of makes me want to eat a mentos with a Diet Coke. There would be no music, of course. Just the screaming.

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